Life is a rhythm of the human soul and the body is the keeper of one's spirit.Its beauty is seen by the heart and touched by love's essence to bathe in its bliss.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Burning Tree
Fire falls so fiercely
Upon thee, a golden tree
Now she falls from the bruises
That has scared her lone mind
Now she cries for the sun
She didn’t touch.
Her stem think as soul
Breaks to relinquish life
She falls down to the earth
That once fed her
Now it sees her to her death
In her last breath
She prays for their forgiveness
For this disloyalty of mankind
She burns
But cries silently
And fears not a death
Written in life’s book
Maybe she’ll look
Above and rise to the moment
To kiss this shame of hope
To they that smolder her innocence.
The tears on her leaves
Her seedlings will live
A life that will last to see
Her dreams through
This foggy fate
A plea for a downpour
To undo this killing of life
Is all she’ll ever wish
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